Date: Sat, 15 Dec 2012 16:41:01 +0400
From: Nell Bas
Subject: my boyfriend the sex demon 3
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My boyfriend the sex demon
Chapter 3
JIMMY
WITH ONE ARM FOLDED ACROSS MY chest, the other holding a mug of coffee, I
stared at handsome who was lounging on my couch snoring like an over- gored
person.
I can't remember most of last night because frankly I was piss drunk. But I
do remember fragments of that evening; like the drinking, the waiting, the
demon and handsome. God! I have to stop calling him handsome. It's making
me sounds like a girl.
I studied his face; he had heavy brows, thin lips and a short narrow nose,
pretty common in these parts but what really set him apart though, was the
faint scar that runs from his temple down along his left sideburn ending at
his jaw line. And also the fact that he looked kind of young to be chasing
demon. Well, he was younger than my twenty-six as far as I could tell. But
my question was: Who was he really?
`You know you're being creepy, right?' Handsome said without opening his
eyes. He startled me. I didn't realize he'd woken up, neither did I notice
he'd stopped snoring. And how could he tell I was staring, let alone
standing next to him?
`What makes you think I was looking at you? I'm searching for the TV remote
which happens to be under your big fat head.'
He sat up now. He was still wearing his clothes from last night; a plain
white t-shirt and combat trousers with multiple pockets and a pair of black
leather boots. His leather jacket hanged on the back of the couch and his
sword, on the floor by his side.
`No you weren't, so don't lie to me. You were staring; I know it for a
fact.' He reached up and grabbed the mug of coffee from my hand. He took a
swing at it before smacking his lips. `Aahhhh. Thanks for the coffee man.'
He said cockily. He might be rude to some people but to me he was
definitely the type of guy I would most likely hang out with if I didn't
have Zack.
`Dude, chill out, I was just trying to figure out why you're so
... suicidal.' It was one thing knowing demon exist and another knowing
someone crazy enough to be chasing after them.
He laughed, abundantly. `There's nothing to understand really. It's what I
do.'
I frowned and cocked my head slightly to the right. `I don't get it?'
He sighed noisily and held the coffee mug between both of his palms. `Take
a seat and I'll educate you my young Padawan.'
I sniggered.
`I'm Seth by the way.' Cool name, it suited him.
`What I am and what I do is one in the same. I fight demons because I'm a
slayer, a full blooded demon slayer.' he proudly said the last part while
tracing the air before him as if the title was there written with an
invisible paint brush.
`I see,' I said with a hint of skepticism. `And how do you actually become
a demon slayer?' That I would like to know, I meant, to see this guy barely
my age claiming to be something which I can barely comprehend was a bit
much to gobble down, even if he'd fought a demon and win.
He grinned, flashing pearls. `You don't believe me, do you?'
`You're right, I don't,' I replied, `fighting a demon is one thing but
being the slayer thing ... nah I'm not buying.'
`Seeing is, believing with you huh!' He said staring at me. `Alright,' he
got up and reached for his coat. `Come with me and I'll give you all the
proof you'll need. But you have to promise me you'll keep an open mind of
what you see, cool?'
`Okay,' I said playing along.
ZACHARY
`THAT'S IT BABY. GIVE it to me.' Phoenix urged from underneath me. He was
laying flat on his front while I drove my cock in his ass with force. The
bed creaked and the sheets rustled from the fervor of our
movements. `That's it yeah, yeah!'
That was the fifth time we've fucked since he inexplicably appeared in my
apartment which I hope won't be the last. Phoenix was a natural bottom. And
he had a way of getting what he wants too. I saw that he liked to take
charge when we're banging, which was fine by me just as long as I was
getting something out of it. I've noticed something else about him too. He
was into rough sex. The harder I pounded him the more he begged like a
bitch in heat. I guessed he was a true cock-slut.
For me, when it comes to sex, I usually like everything in moderation but
with Phoenix I didn't have that inhibition. It was as if I was blind to
everything else but him, as if I was bewitched, as if I was running on
autopilot. Undeniably, I can say he'd been sending me swimming into the
Utopia's sea every time we fuck. Of course, I wasn't complaining, a big
HELL NO. No, I wasn't complaining. In fact I covetously craved for more.
`Come for me baby, come on, come for me,' he uttered. I didn't know what
power he possesses because soon after he spoke I lodged my cock deep in his
hole and exploded, coating his bowel with come. I felt his hole clamped
down on my cock and I had a feeling it won't let it go till it had squeezed
every drop of come it could give.
Panting, I fell on his back and rested my cheek on his.
`Awesome! That was intense.'
`Baby with me you get nothing but the best.' He said giggling. And I
joined him.
JIMMY
TWENTY MINUTES LATER I pulled the car in front of a bar located somewhat in
the center of town. Peering through the street I saw people so blithely
going about their morning. Some were on their way to work, some were
shopping and some were talking and laughing. But none of them seemed to
notice us, especially Seth who stood out enormously in his gear.
Under the bright rising sun Seth donned a pair of sunglasses. I watched him
closely as he scanned his surrounding before heading straight for the
bar. Awkwardly I followed without a word.
The Crossing-Swords, that was the name of the bar, was quite dark inside
and surprisingly crammed for this time of day. Opposite the entrance a
lengthy wooden bar took a third of the place.
Seth strutted the distance and hunched over the bar.
`I want a visit to heaven Sarah,' Seth said to the middle age female behind
the bar. She gave him a once over before her eyes rested on me. Her stare
was platonic and eerie at the same time.
`Don't worry he's safe and he'll have what I'm having.'
`Are you sure? He doesn't look the type who can take such a strong drink,'
she replied with raised eyebrows.
`Don't estimate him so carelessly my dear,' Seth said removing his
sunglasses and dangled it above the counter. `He's more than capable.'
I hadn't the faintest clue of what the two were talking about. But I've
already deduced the fact that they weren't talking about drinks.
`Alright,' she said after some time. She pushed a small silver object in
front of Seth and inclined her head slightly to her left. Seth gave her a
blow kiss and donned his sunglasses again.
Sarah slapped the kiss away with a `pah' and Seth chuckled.
Once again I followed Seth down a dimly lit flight of stairs not so visible
on the left hand side of the bar. There were barrels of win and rum lined
up the wall when we reached downstairs. Cobwebs, dust and the overwhelming
smell of alcohol brought me back into the middle ages.
`What is this place?'
`A cellar, where else.' Seth sardonically replied with a grin. I ignored
him.
`What are we doing here?'
He didn't answer; instead open his left palm revealing a tiny silver
marble. For a minute there he just stood and stared at the thing.
Suddenly the marble began to twinkle. And an energy field formed around us
and became tangible. Transfixed, I watched the multicolored wave rippled
throw the energy shield.
Seth looked at me and grinned.
`Close your eyes. This is going to hurt.'
`What...' before I could finish my body began to rapidly vibrate. I felt as
if I was on fire and I could feel every cell in my person moving as if they
were splitting apart. I was in pain, but disturbingly it was tolerable.
Then, without warning, there was a flash of bright light. It had the power
of a hundred suns. It instantly blinded me. A searing heat burned my eyes
and I desperately wanted to claw them out, just to dull the pain. Although
I couldn't see him, I felt Seth hand touching my forearm.
`Relax and it will go away.'
With Seth continuing to guide me to my relax state, I began to calm down
and soon the pain subsided altogether and my vision restored.
`What was that?' I told him as soon as I stopped panting.
`That my friend is called flashing, the easiest way to travel from one
location to another.' Waving his hand around to show me where we were, he
added, `and this is Haven, my home.'
I turned and looked. We were no longer in the cellar but onto an open
platform in the middle of a well manicured lawn outside a huge
architectural masterpiece, which largely resembled a gothic cathedral. A
hundred yard all around was a sparsely wooded forest where chirping birds
could be heard, fawns could be seen grazing and sweet smelling forest
flowers could be smelled.
`You live here?' I said incredulously.
`Yup,' he said smiling. `Let's go inside. There's someone I want you to
meet.'
Just as we arrived in front of the huge door, it opened and a young man as
tall as Seth walked out. `You're home.' He launched himself into Seth arms
and they hugged, and kissed. Oh my god! Seth was gay! I didn't see that one
coming.
The young man looked to be the same age as Seth. Also the same hair and eye
color yet he was more graceful in his movement than Seth. Oh! He was a tad
shorter than Seth too, and leaner.
I watched them practically making love in front of me not even appalled
like I thought I would be. The thing with me is, I never had any problems
with someone being gay, and heck my best friend is gay. But I never wish to
see them getting down and dirty. That would be too weird for me. Yet,
watching Seth and his boyfriend now I couldn't help but smile.
When they finally noticed me, they entangled and Seth gained some color to
his cheeks.
`Sorry dude. Jimmy this is my counter...'
`I'm his partner Nathaniel. But you can call me Nate,' Seth boyfriend said
cutting him of.
`Nice to meet you,' I said grabbing the hand he offered. It was delicate
and soft, so feminine like.
He giggled.
`Come, someone is expecting you.'
Then he wrapped his arms in mine and guided me indoors. Seth blithely
followed grinning.
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End of chapter 3